Scars of Eschatological Rites by Inciter: A Riotous Blast from Brazil’s Underground
Alright, buckle up, because Scars of Eschatological Rites by Inciter is not your grandma’s Sunday playlist. Released in 2010 under the gloriously metal-as-hell label Obskure Chaos Distro, this Brazilian beast straddles black metal and thrash like a caffeinated werewolf on steroids. It’s chaotic, it’s raw, and at times, it feels like someone just handed you an electric drill for headphones. But hey, isn’t that what we’re here for?
Let’s dive into two tracks that’ll stick to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk.
First off, “Calvary In Flames” (yes, they spelled it twice—go figure). This track punches you in the face right outta the gate with riffs sharp enough to slice through steel wool. The vocals are pure venom, delivered with the kind of throat-shredding intensity that makes you wonder if the singer gargles with broken glass before recording sessions. What sticks with me? That relentless drumming—it’s so fast it might as well be late for work. You can practically hear the drummer sweating buckets while smashing his kit into oblivion. If there’s one thing Inciter knows how to do, it’s make chaos sound oddly organized.
Then there’s “Throne Of Rage,” which is basically 4 minutes of unapologetic fury wrapped in a leather jacket. The guitar tone here is gnarly, like a rusty chainsaw chewing through plywood. And those solos? They’re wild, man—like a feral cat leaping across rooftops at midnight. I remember this track because halfway through, there’s this breakdown that hits harder than your ex’s text messages after a breakup. It’s heavy, but also kinda fun, if you’re into that sort of masochistic joy only metalheads understand.
Now, let’s talk about the rest of the album real quick. Tracks like “Impurity” and “Mental Scars Of A Terminal State” keep the energy cranked to eleven, blending blast beats with sinister melodies that would make even the most stoic doom enthusiasts crack a grin. Sure, some parts feel repetitive if you listen too closely, but honestly, who listens to blackened thrash for variety? Not me, buddy. I’m here for the adrenaline rush.
So, what’s the verdict? Scars of Eshatological Rites ain’t perfect—it’s messy, loud, and occasionally over-the-top—but damn if it doesn’t leave a mark. Listening to it feels like surviving a bar fight: bruised, breathless, and weirdly proud of yourself. And maybe that’s the point.
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth and ask us to explain human emotions through music, I’d hand them this album. Then again, they might just nuke us immediately out of sheer confusion. Either way, job done, Inciter. Job done.
